Grouplove – Spun Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I want it rag-tag life in a bag
I’ve been sleeping in a bus mistrust singing lalalala (ooh)
I got the feeling I was nickel and dimed
That was probably in line for the semiconscious state of mind (ooh)
Rush, rush, rush for the gold dust scattered too much
I’m sippin cocktails, fish scales, falling for love
I’m falling for love

[Hook]
Reason reason reason, is gone….Don’t go!

[Chorus]
Spun (are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)
Don’t go (are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)
Yeah reason, reason, reason is gone! (are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)
I’m spun (are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)

[Verse 2]
I want it rag-tag love in a bag
Volume five, drip dry, Lo-Fi, singing lalalala
Rush, rush, rush down in the sound
It’s your ride, top side, high tide
Free falling below
I’m falling for love

[Hook]
Reason reason reason is gone… so long!

[Chorus]
Spun (are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)
I’m gone (are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)
Yeah reason, reason, reason is gone (are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)
I’m spun
(Are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)
(Are you lost son, are you, are you lost son?)

[Outro]
HA, HA, HA! SPUN Oooohh ohhhh oooh

Mooi Wark – In De Blote Kont Lyrics

Aas ik op de baank zit, laanguut veur de buis
Rustig met een pilsje in mien hand, de kat is nog lang niet thuus
En plots dan geet de telas, en sloat de sirene aan
Denk moar niet dat ‘k ‘r aans van word, wha, in de blote kont

We zingen en we springen en we daansen in het rond
In de blote kont, in de blote kont
Wij hebben ‘t glas omhoog en zet’n aan de mond
In de blote kont

Aas ik op mien wark kom, wat h’b ik dan misdoan
Collega’s bin jaloers op pad, en ik pik nergens van
Na he doe niet zo raar man, en stel joe niet so aan
Denk moar niet dat ‘k ‘r aans van word, wha, in de blote kont

We zingen en we springen en we daansen in het rond
In de blote kont, in de blote kont
Wij hebben ‘t glas omhoog en zet’n aan de mond
In de blote kont

Als alles een beetie teeg’n zit, en niks joe interreseert
En meens’n je roar aanloern, aasof je eh niks heb’m leert
Gooi dan een lag om je mond en durf te zeg’n:
HA, in de blote kont!

We zingen en we springen, we daansen in het rond
In de blote kont, in de blote kont
Wij heb’mt glas omhoog en zet’n aan de mond
In de blote kont

We zingen en we springen en we daansen in het rond
In de blote kont, in de blote kont
Wij heb’mt glas omhoog en zet’n aan de mond
In de blote kont, in de blote kont
In… de… blote… kont

David Guetta – Hey Mama lyrics

(Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man
Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man)

Yes I be your woman
Yes I be your baby
Yes I be whatever that you tell me when you ready
Yes I be your girl, forever your lady
You ain’t never gotta worry, I’m down for you baby

(OH)

Best believe that when you need that
I’ll provide that you will always have it
I’ll be on deck, keep it in check
When you need that I’mma let you have it

Beatin’ my drum like dum di di dey
I like the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama, hey mama mama (HEY)
Banging the drum like dum di di dey
I know you want it in the worst way
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama, hey mama mama (HEY)

(Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man
Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man)

Yes I do the cooking
Yes I do the cleaning
Puls I keep the nana real sweet for your eating
Yes, yes you be the boss and yes I be respecting
Whatever that you tell me cause it’s game that you be spitting, OH

Best believe that when you need that
I’ll provide that you will always have it
I’ll be on deck, keep it in check
When you need that I’mma let you have it

Beatin my drum like dum di di dey
I love the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama, hey mama mama (HEY)
Banging my drum like dum di di dey
I know you want it in the worst way
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama mama hey mama mama (HEY)

(Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man
Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man)

Whole crew got the juice
Your dick came the truth
My screams is the proof
Them other dudes get the deuce
When I speed in the coupe
Leavin’ this interview
It ain’t nothin’ new
I’ve been fucking with you
None of them bitches ain’t taking you
Just tell ’em to make a U, HA
That’s how it be
I come first like debut

So baby when you need that
Give me a word I’m not good
I’ll be bad for my baby

(So I)
Make sure that he’s getting his shit
(That)
Make sure that his baby take care
(That)
Make sure I’m on my toes, on my knees
Keep him pleased, rub him down
Be a lady and a freak OH

Beatin my drum like dum di di dey
I love the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama, hey mama mama (HEY)
Banging my drum like dum di di dey
I know you want it in the worst way
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama, hey mama mama (HEY)

(Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man
Be my woman girl and I’ll be your man)